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Sunday, November 09, 2008 10:59 PM
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fuck, seriously what's the point of staying at home when i'm constantly screamed at.
what's the point of staying at home, when she doesn't even know that i'm stuck in school the entire day.
so tell me what's the point for wanting to make the effort to stay at home at least every sunday just to let her know i'm still concern of this family.
freaking tell me what's the point.
i might as well stay out of house 18 hours everyday.
in her mind, when i'm out, i'm playing.
in her mind, when i'm on the computer, i'm free and surfing the freaking net.
she never knew that when i'm out, i'm actually working my ass of for my future.
she never knew that when i'm on the computer, i'm actually always doing something that needed this thing called brains.

she never really understood me, and only concern is her dear son, never her daughter.
and i guess there's nothing i could do to improve this situation.
i'm out of my wits already.
FUCK.

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